Rise of Rurik

The storage room full of charcoal blocks soon ignited a huge fire.

A very thick gray smoke rose up, and the people of the tribe believed that someone's house was really on fire.

Lilia stretched her stomach and was helped by Kawi to escape with difficulty.

"Whoops, slow down. Your son is kicking me."

"Hold on!"

Kawei roared, he didn't have any pity, and his technique was quite violent.

He tried desperately to bring his wife back to the old house, put a leather cushion on it, and let her sit down.

Until this time, Lilia had settled down, panting and asking with a displeased face, "You are too rude. Also, what happened to the stove?"

"What else can I do? It collapsed! I fell short."

"Ah? So many ores, all of them..." Lilia covered her mouth subconsciously, not knowing what to say.

In her heart, she is eager to complete mass production of a large number of new sponge iron, so that she can soften and soak it, and go to her husband to transport another batch of iron to her parents' home. Especially knowing that there is a special iron called "chrome steel", she hopes that her family's clansmen will get one or two.

Married to a Rus people for almost a year, Lilia has never forgotten the mission entrusted to her by her biological father.

Kawi looked at his wife and wiped her tears gently: "You are shocked, but fortunately we are all fine."

Kawei pretended to be calm, but his heart was beating wildly. Those who were more nervous were like those blacksmith apprentices, their arms were still sore, and now they were sitting on the ground dumbfounded, and they were very frightened at the thought of hot things flowing and turning the pressed weeds into ashes in an instant. They were also fortunate that Master's orders were conveyed quickly enough that no one was injured.

"But the stove is gone."

"It doesn't matter. If the furnace is gone, we need to build a new one. We are not short of money."

Lilia's new situation stabilized a little, and her mother-in-law came over to comfort her.

Standing up, Kawi looked around, glad that everyone who should be evacuated was here, then turned around and left.

"Alas! Where are you going?" Lilia asked urgently.

"Go and see that damn stove.

"

"You...don't."

"Don't worry, I'll be fine." After saying that, Kawi spread his legs and started to resolve the mess with his father.

Luckily, only the storage room was ignited, and the family's wooden house is currently safe.

Seeing that the scorching hot substances no longer flowed and clearly began to solidify, the nervous heart of Klaverson, who was staying behind, was finally released. When Kawhi returned, he was already manipulating the shovel, rummaging through the stuff that was starting to harden.

Kawi and his father whispered a few words, and immediately joined the cleanup.

In order to make the clean-up work faster, and to avoid the further expansion of the harm, Kravason had to resort to financial means again.

Those smelter employees who escaped were terrified when they thought of the furnace cracking. They were yelling "The furnace at the Klaverson house has collapsed." Will it fulfill the promise to give everyone two silver coins each?

The most important thing in business is reputation, especially for utensil producers like blacksmiths. He not only fulfilled his promise, but also promised that anyone who participated in the cleanup would get two more silver coins.

This time, Kravason doesn't have to worry that the cleanup will be slow.

Some smelting employees tried to extinguish the burning storage room with buckets of water, but there was still a lot of charcoal stored in it, and it became a huge bonfire. How many buckets of water can be extinguished?

The thick smoke became a marked beauty, and anyone who looked up at the sky could perceive a terrifying anomaly.

Although it was a cloudy day, Rurik did not expect it to rain, and he trained his subordinates to fight and archery as usual on the hills. Boys and girls from the age of six to ten of the whole tribe, they all become members of the training. It was entirely because Rurik's promise of managing the meal was really well implemented, so that each family was very happy to hand over their young children to follow the future leader.

The children stopped everything, including the girl who was operating the winch to wind the crossbow, and the hard work at hand.

"Boss, there!" Fisk pointed at the wooden sword, aiming at the black smoke that vacated in the distance.

"Is anyone's house on fire?!"

"Maybe, it must be bad."

Rurik looked left and right, and all the children stared with their heads outstretched, whispering to each other what was going on.

"Everything is quiet!"

Rurik's order had enough deterrent effect that everyone fell silent.

"That's it for today! Maybe someone's house is on fire, but I hope it's not your home. If someone is unlucky, don't worry! Let's go and put out the fire!"

Before Rurik returned to the settlement, hundreds of clansmen had gathered near the Kravassen's house, pointing at the collapsed furnace and the mess, but no one was there to help clean up the mess. This is not because everyone is indifferent. As long as they see those hardened black substances smoking, no one dares to act rashly.

Rurik and his guys arrived late, after all, the newborn calves were not afraid of tigers. Under the leadership of Rurik, they went directly through the crowd and broke into the scene of the incident.

"Clavathon! Can't believe it's really yours. Ouch! Stove?! Where's the stove?"

Hearing Rurik's voice, Klavasen, who was burying his head in cleaning up, raised his head in shame, pointing to a piece of black matter on the ground, as well as a huge fragmented "pottery shard".

"As you can see, the stove is here."

"Really collapsed? There is also smoke and dust, it's actually..."

"It's nothing, the furnace collapsed and made a new one. First of all we have to clean up the damn slag." Clavasson said, the look of regret on his face made Rurik look very uncomfortable.

"You all went back! Go to the cafeteria and wait to eat." Rurik turned around and ordered.

"Boss, do you want to stay?" Fisk asked weakly.

"I'll stay."

"You want to help the blacksmith? Maybe we can."

"No, you go to dinner! The whole team will be disbanded today, you go!"

Fisk didn't understand why his little leader was so impatient. I'm afraid it was mainly because he was saddened by the failure of the blacksmith? Fisk didn't think much about it, and so did the others. Although everyone was very curious, since Rurik ordered to leave quickly, then don't stay long.

In fact, it was not only his subordinates, but Rurik also kept waving his arms with open arms, asking the onlookers to leave one after another. Seeing that he was weak and weak, he quickly transferred a group of his own mercenaries, and used these all-day swords and axes as Russian warriors to invite all the onlookers who did not know the truth.

The clansmen walked away angrily, and the mercenaries who remained had new tasks.

Yevro and his guys picked up a long-handled shovel, or simply a draft of the ground, and began to clear the slag from the ground.

"Hurry up! We're going to build a new furnace after we've cleaned it up!"

Rurik's words surprised the Kravassen and his son. Did Rurik take great care of the huge stove?

With a powerful draft axe, Yevro felt that he could chop the still-hot slag into pieces just like chopping a stone, and then shovel it away more easily.

However, after this blow, although the slag shattered, it also revealed an incredible metallic color.

Seeing the silver-gray rough section, Rurik hummed his head, and his golden ponytail was almost all turned up because of the fried hair.

What is this? slag? Not really.

Rurik walked quickly, he pushed Yevlo away and squatted down, subconsciously like touching with his fingers.

"Danger!"

Yevro was eager to protect the master, he threw the axe, grabbed Rurik's waist with both hands, and carried him directly to the side.

"Hey, what's the matter with you?"

"My lord, it's too hot."

"Oh, then I really want to thank you." Rurik patted his forehead vigorously, then looked at his little hand. What a beautiful little white hands, although a little calloused. If I just touched it stupidly, I'm afraid my hands will be smeared.

But that silver-gray notch section is so peculiar!

Could it be that the things in this place are not slag at all? But pig iron? Or after the furnace collapsed, the pig iron and slag were mixed together again?

Rurik continued to stare at Yevro's masterpiece, and saw that the section was indeed silver-gray, a color that slag would never possess, and a color that only metallic substances could possess.

"Yavlo!"

"exist!"

"Continue to chisel for me. After chiseling a piece, send it to me. I will take a good look at it when I water it to cool down."

"Okay." Yevlo shrugged, he didn't understand the master's meaning, and since he had been ordered, he would do it.

For the sake of safety, Yevro knocked out a piece that was a little bigger than the palm of an adult man, and after the cold water cooled down, he personally handed it into the hands of the master Rurik.

"Master, please take a look."

Rurik held the heavy object in both hands, staring at the shiny metallic cross-section, and couldn't help but think about it.

This must be cast iron!

wrong! Kravassen's furnace is not a blast furnace, how could it be possible to smelt molten iron.

But wait, since his furnace smelts chromite into sponge iron, the furnace temperature should be high. Ores in general are less resistant to high temperatures than chromite, so they have…

Rurik tried hard to recall the definition of a blast furnace, so that he could understand that the so-called blast furnace, as long as the ore can also be smelted into pig iron, it is a blast furnace by definition, and it does not even need to be made large.

Rurik was screaming from every pore, his hands were sweating coldly, his arms could not help loosening, and what was in his hands fell on the gravel ground.

"Master, are you okay?" Yevlo asked concerned.

"It's okay! Yevro, take out your axe and give it to me."

"All right."

Without thinking, Yevro took out his chrome-steel hand-axe and handed it over to Rurik, then saw the boy crouch down on tiptoe, with the axe in both hands at a very slanted angle, hitting the pieces with the blade of the axe.

The softness of the fragments is revealed in the face of the sharp and sturdy chrome steel hand axe. It was a small but flat section with an intoxicating metallic sheen.

These are finally solved!

Rurik threw the hand axe, stood up with a smile on his face, and clapped his hands vigorously.

"Yavlo, do you know what this is?"

"It's slag, the waste of their iron smelting. I know that."

"No! You don't know anything." Rurik shook his head and said excitedly: "This is iron! It's called..."

Rurik was stunned for a moment, he really didn't know how to describe pig iron in one word.

He thought about it for a while, and simply made up a word "smeltiron", which is a combination of "smelting" and "iron".

Of course, Rurik remembered that modern English and even Western and Nordic countries have a proper noun for "pig iron", the so-called "pig iron". Because the German blacksmiths in Western Europe were the first to understand pig iron smelting, they knew that pig iron tools were sufficient for large-scale agricultural production, and in order to maximize profits, they required one casting to obtain more finished products.

Blacksmiths use the basic principles of sand casting to make molds, main feed ports and a large number of branch feed ports in the sand.

The relationship between the branch lines and the main line is like the lactation relationship between piglets and sows.

I am afraid it is the German blacksmith who is very keen on pork sausages, and it is Lenovo Processing Technology, who named his casting a "pig iron".

Rurik felt that what he had seen was already a kind of white iron, which could be chiseled off by Yevro, indicating that it was brittle. And I really feel it has a soft texture. Pig iron is such a complex object, it is still an ore in a sense, but the iron content has been enriched to 96%.

Rurik picked up the things on the ground and hurriedly approached Kravasen, who was working hard: "Don't be busy, I'll show you something."

"There is something good, my little master." Klavassen paused his work and threw the shovel directly on the ground. He looked at Rurik's bright eyes, his expression full of guilt.

"This is it."

"A piece of boring slag?! Are you making fun of me?"

"You..." Rurik didn't get angry and asked deliberately: "By the way, even if the furnace collapsed, the splashing slag ignited your house. What about sponge iron? At least those things can be used when they are picked up."

This time, Clavason really shrugged helplessly: "Are you kidding me? Sponge iron? Gone, all gone. God must have sent punishment and ruined my furnace."

Hearing this, Rurik couldn't help thinking that this old guy was quite religious.

Wait a minute! Where is this guy piety? He and Kawei have always been pragmatic. For example, in order to ensure the safe delivery of his daughter-in-law, this guy Cravason carved a wooden sculpture for offering, claiming to be dedicated to the goddess Freya, who is in charge of fertility. In order to ask her to give Lilia's care to avoid the misfortune of dystocia.

Rurik couldn't see through it or not, he really didn't understand why the Viking goddess Freya had to take care of a Slavic woman's fertility.

"Do you think God is punishing you?" Rurik asked deliberately.

"if not?"

"Forget it." Rurik wiped his hands with both hands. "You think this is slag? You are stupid! The sponge iron didn't disappear, it became this."

Clavason hurriedly called Kawhi over, because he saw the unique brilliance of metal.

"What is this?" Kawhi asked eagerly.

"That's what you're cleaning up now."

"Ah? Those rubbish."

"Bah!" Rurik said displeased; "it's a smeltiron. And how are you sure that the furnace is not a good thing to collapse? I tell you, Thor didn't punish you, he did destroy your furnace, just because the furnace didn't Appropriate! What you have clearly received is Thor's blessing! Under the heat, the ore has melted! The iron and the charcoal have undergone excessive fusion, causing the iron to melt."

"You...you know? Are you sure?"

"Of course, I just know. Who do you think I am?" Rurik said firmly.

In an instant, the Kravasson and his son suddenly realized.

"Ah! Like I added tin ore and lead to the copper ore? Turned into a pot of molten stuff and cast it into oil lamp sockets?"

"That's right!" Rurik stomped, "my friend, think about things better. Our mountains are full of iron ore, and we will build a suitable furnace so that we can directly smelt molten iron and forge many usable tools. . Kravason, you have witnessed a miracle in your lifetime! You and Kawei, but the entire alliance is the first to be able to melt molten iron!"

Being lifted up by Rurik, Clavasson's depressed mood instantly warmed up.

He already understood what Rurik was implying, and specially ordered the working iron-smelting employees: "You people, collect all the residues, and don't waste a single one."

After speaking, Kravason turned his head: "Honey, when are we going to make a new furnace."

Things were completely beyond Rurik's expectations. Unexpectedly, the Kravasen family magically touched the extreme high temperature of pig iron melting, so that there is really no technical obstacle to the plan to build a blast furnace by yourself? Maybe so.

Rurik settled down: "I've decided. You put out the fire and clean up the rubble, and we'll sit down and discuss how to make the best furnace. Oh, it should be called a blast furnace!"